The unveiled truth

Ⅵ. The Enigmatic Encounter

Hadrian dreaded leaving the house, yet knew it was needed, he needed formal clothes and a few casual ones as well. "Tiks!" he echoed through the house, Tiks popped into the room. "Yes, Master Slytherin?" 

"Tiks, I need your help. I'm heading out to buy some new clothes—both formal and casual. Can you accompany me?" Hadrian asked.

"Of course, Master Slytherin. I'll be more than happy to assist you," Tiks replied, her tone warm and reassuring.

Hadrian nodded, "Splendid, can you get my coat ready." he requested. "Of Course, master Slytherin," Tiks answered popping out of the room. 

Tiks returned promptly, holding a finely tailored coat. "Here is your coat, Master Slytherin," she said, helping him into it. "Thank you, Tiks," Hadrian replied, adjusting the coat on his shoulders. "Let's head out then."

Tiks grasped Hadrian's hand, transporting them to Diagon Alley. "Master, it would be prudent for you to visit Narrow's Alley, as it is the shopping destination for purebloods. It caters specifically to purebloods and half-bloods and remains hidden from muggles and squibs." she whispered to Hadrian.

Hadrian nodded, taking in Tiks' advice. "Very well, Tiks. Lead the way to Narrow's alley," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.

As Hadrian is navigating the bustling Diagon Alley, trying his best to remain inconspicuous, he suddenly feels a jolt as someone collides with him. Annoyed, he turns around to confront the person, only to come face-to-face with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy who fell down quickly picks himself up. 

Draco stands up straight and dusts himself off lips pressed in a thin line. "Watch where you're stepping," Malfoy spits out, not realizing who it is he's talking to. He fixes his tie and looks up at Hadrian. "Pardon me, Sir." Hadrian replies politely.

Draco looks up at him in a somewhat unfamiliar emotion. "Uh... Pardon me... Sir," Hadrian, surprised by Draco's sudden change in demeanor, raises an eyebrow and studies the younger boy's face. "It's alright, uh... mister?" 

Malfoy squints as he stares at Hadrian, trying to recall any memory of the boy before him. It's as if they somehow already know each other, but he can't tell.

"It's Malfoy," he replies shortly, not wanting to divulge more information, "what's yours?" Hadrian chuckles a bit before answering. "I believe that is personal Information, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco's eyes narrow, scrutinizing Hadrian with an intensity that belies his young age. "You're an enigma, aren't you?" he inquires, a hint of intrigue coloring his tone. "I must admit, my curiosity is piqued. How is it that we haven't met before? I'm certain I'd remember someone as enigmatic as you."

Hadrian's lips curve into a mysterious smile, his gaze unwavering. "Ah, but perhaps our paths were not meant to cross until this very moment," he proposes. "Fate has a peculiar way of orchestrating such encounters, wouldn't you agree?"

Draco ponders Hadrian's words for a moment, nodding slowly. "Indeed, fate can be peculiar," he concedes. "But there's something else—a sense of familiarity about you that I can't quite put my finger on."

Hadrian inclines his head slightly, acknowledging Draco's observation. "Perhaps it's because we share a certain affinity—a connection to the world of magic that runs deeper than most," he muses. "You see, I, too, come from a long line of wizards, with a legacy that stretches back centuries."

Draco's brow furrows, his curiosity now fully piqued. "A legacy stretching back centuries, you say?" he echoes, intrigued. "Pray tell, what is the name of this esteemed lineage of which you speak?"

Hadrian pauses, his gaze locking onto Draco's, a spark of mischief igniting in his eyes. "I believe that's another piece of personal information, Mr. Malfoy," he retorts, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "But perhaps, in time, I shall divulge more."

Draco smirks, recognizing the game Hadrian is playing and appreciating the challenge. "Very well, Mr. Enigmatic," he counters. "I shall respect your wish for privacy—for now. But know that I'll be watching, waiting for the moment when you finally reveal your true colors."

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Draco steps back, allowing Hadrian to continue on his way. 

Hadrian strolled down the alley, his eyes darting from one building to another, taking in the unique architecture and the vibrant energy of the place. The cobblestone path under his feet echoed with the whispers of countless wizards who had walked here before him.

He passed by a variety of shops, each one more intriguing than the last. There was an apothecary filled with peculiar potions, a bookstore brimming with ancient scrolls, and a wand shop that seemed to hum with magic.

Despite the newness of it all, Hadrian maintained a confident stride, his head held high. He paused occasionally, feigning interest in a shop window or two, careful not to betray his unfamiliarity with the alley.

As he ventured deeper into the alley, the crowd thinned, and the noise of the bustling market faded. The buildings here were older, their stones weathered by time, and their windows glowing with a soft, inviting light.

He entered an interesting clothing shop, opening the door. As he stepped inside, the scent of fresh fabric and leather filled his nostrils. The shop was a kaleidoscope of colors, with clothes of various styles hanging neatly on racks. 

To his left were rows of tailored suits, their sharp lines and high-quality materials speaking of sophistication and class. To his right, casual wear was displayed, with trendy jeans, vibrant t-shirts, and cozy sweaters beckoning the younger crowd.

Straight ahead, a counter was manned by a friendly shopkeeper, her welcoming smile adding to the shop's warm ambiance. Behind her, a wall was adorned with an array of accessories - hats, belts, scarves, and more, each adding a unique touch to the ensemble they would eventually be part of.

He moved further into the shop, his fingers brushing against the soft materials as he admired the craftsmanship.

The shopkeeper looks up at him, "Sir, how may I help you?" he turns to the shopkeeper. "I am looking for formal and casual wear in the colors green, black."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up as she heard his request. "Certainly, sir," she replied, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. She led him towards the back of the shop, where a section was dedicated to formal wear. Here, suits in various shades of green and black were displayed, their elegant cuts and high-quality fabrics reflecting the light.

She picked out a dark green suit, its fabric smooth and cool to the touch. "This one is quite popular among our customers," she said, holding it up for him to see. "The color is unique yet sophisticated, perfect for formal occasions."

Next, they moved to the casual wear section. Here, black jeans and green t-shirts were neatly stacked on the shelves. The shopkeeper selected a pair of black jeans and a soft, green t-shirt. "These are very comfortable and perfect for a casual day out," she explained.

As he tried on the clothes, he could feel the quality and thought that went into each piece. The formal suit fit him perfectly, making him look distinguished and classy. The casual wear, on the other hand, was comfortable and stylish, perfect for a relaxed day.

Satisfied with his choices, he thanked the shopkeeper for her assistance. As he left the shop with his new purchases, he couldn't help but feel excited about his new wardrobe. His shopping adventure had indeed been a success.

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Published. 19.05.2024

Words. 1227